#unnamed child

[weeeting]

Internet was not interneting throughout the day so i did a little work i n progress sketch of a family portrait

Craving a good sesskag family with a child involved fic or a wholesome family kind of manhwa right now

[choco-rosa-flan]

hello hello!! I wanted to share my children! It's been a while since I have done any digital pieces and I've always wanted to transfer some from my sketchbook, so here it is! :D

[sherlockvaleska]

@b-rainlet

First installment of a multi-part fan-fic style writing.

As he sat at his desk, Gotham's lead villain schemed over a new plan to bring about the city's greatest reckoning. *tap-tap-tap* Small sound carried through the room but Jeremiah couldn't hear at all the sound of his music. *tap-tap*tap* Came the sound again a little louder this time, Jeremiah turned down his music and the noise called out again. *tap-tap-tap*. He got up from his chair and strode over to the source of the sound, his office door, opened it, and there stood his proxy and lead confident Ecco with a little unexpected surprise standing below her, about 3' shorter than he was. The child smiled meekly as they looked up at Jeremiah then back to Ecco. "Say hi my dear." Ecco said. The child looked back at Jeremiah then bolted behind Ecco's legs, scared of him. Jeremiah's face contorted into a confused Frown, he tilted his head looking at the child who was now peeking out from behind Ecco. the child timidly lifts a hand and waves at Jeremiah. "They're just shy sir, that's all." Ecco chimed, resting a hand on the child's head. "Are we keeping them?" Asked Jeremiah, calmly. "I was hoping we could, they seem like they could use some T.L.C." she replied. "I'll have a room made up for them." Jeremiah settled his arms Crossed behind his back. He crouched down to the child's level "make yourself at home." His voice had an icy razored edge to it, more than usual. He stood up and nodded at Ecco. "upstairs stuck a room on the left there's a perfect view of the city up there..." Ecco nodded and escorted of the child. "Come on sweet child let's get you settled!." Jeremiah stepped back into his office closing door behind himself scratching his head, this was certainly going to be a new venture.

[maturiin]

i love to put the van der linde gang in modern au situations

[the-greatest-magic-of-all]

All things considered though, I do think Fabian having to babysit his baby sibling only to be the first to find out that said baby is a Wild Magic Sorcerer (thanks to Bill's chaotic infernal blessing) and have to deal with their back to back surges would be funny.

Just imagine Fabian carrying his baby sib (who currently has a blue feather beard) on his hip as he assures his mother that he has everything under control only for his sib to turn into a potted plant mid sentence. Only to turn back and then promptly disappear into the Astral Plane for a minute.

[elvisqueso]

— "...What do you say to a tree??"

Pocahontas (1995)

Bonus:

[artsyaprilmr]

Lucas and Morgan will never have children but it's always fun to mix together characters' traits and features and see the result :^)

[katzenkarussell]

Der Nesträuber

The nest robber - this was such a fun piece to make :) A bit of a "What if" situation

[klausinamarink]

One Kid Gone, Another Up and Vanished (part 7)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 next: Part 8

spoilers but a phone call gets through!

“You’re a thousand percent sure?”

Mike groans as he checks down the school halls, “Yes, Lucas. How many times do I gotta tell you that?”

“Well, maybe until I’m positive that we’re not having a collective auditory hallucination or the weirdo isn’t tricking us.” Lucas crosses his arms. Beside Dustin, El mutters “auditory hallucination” to herself with furrowed eyebrows.

“You guys hear that?!” Dustin exclaims too loudly, earning equally loud shushes. “Sorry, but El just said a scientific word without mispronouncing it! She really does have superpowers…”

“Not now, Dustin.” Mike hushes as they finally get to the AV club. He unlocks the door and lets everyone inside after peeking in. He guides El to sit in front of the radio while Lucas and Dustin turn it on.

Dustin won’t lie - he’s super excited to see El use her powers for the radio. He couldn’t believe it when she made Will’s voice come out. Will! Alive and singing!

But he’s still confused over Mike’s news of Will being with someone named Eddie. Eddie who? is their biggest question but El can’t say because she doesn’t know his last name or how to describe him.

“He’s a friend.” She keeps telling them.

Dustin prays it’s not Eddie Tremblay from fifth grade. The little sucker doesn’t deserve to be Will’s new friend after his football landed on their rocket project last month.

“Aaaand we’re in!” He announces, hopping behind El. Mike and Lucas squish against him even though they clearly have much more space.

El closes her eyes and listens to the whining static. Then the static changes through channels, voices quickly overlapping until they get more comprehensive. Then the voices get compressed into six, four, two-

“-Control to Major Tom..”

Dustin shoots his hand forward and grabs one of the speakers. But so does Lucas and Mike and now they’re slapping each other’s hands until Lucas finally takes it and yells, “Will, can you read us? Over!”

“‘Your circuit’s dead, there’s something wrong..’”

At the sound of the second person, Dustin’s first thought is oh thank God, it’s not Tremblay. Then his second thought is hm, this Eddie guy sounds kinda cool. Then his third thought is oh my god, we gotta talk to Will!

“Will! Do you copy? Over!”

“Will, where are you?”

“You feeling a bit better so far?”

“Tell Eddie we’re saying hi! Who is he? Over!”

“I’m getting cold again..”

“Me too. C’mon here.”

“Will! We’re right here!”

“How the hell are they not hearing us?”

“I wish I could go home…”

“So do I…”

El gives out a painful gasp and the radio explodes into flames. Dustin manages to extinguish it before the rest of the room catches, but the fire alarm goes off.

They all stare at the now-ruined transmitter, their only chance of connecting with Will and his mysterious new friend.

—

Eddie’s definitely missing.

It’s a fact that Jeff grows more sure of every day since Wayne Munson had asked him for Eddie’s secretive hideouts.

He keeps trying to ignore the seed of dread in his stomach, but it’s impossible now with the slightly somber atmosphere in the school after the morning announcement of Will Byers’ death. The fact that Eddie hasn’t shown up for classes or in the cafeteria again today isn’t helping either.

“If Munson’s still gonna be on his bender, he should’ve at least cancelled this week’s session.”

Jeff takes a half-open Skittles bag from Maya’s tray and throws it at Evan, making the two members jump. Maya because those are her Skittles and Evan because the bag hits his chest making more pieces fly out on the table.

“Eddie’s not on a bender.” Jeff hisses at Evan. Across him, Frankie is giving him one of his Don’t-Make-This-Any-Worse looks.

Evan huffs and crosses his arms, “Oh, yeah? Then where the hell is he?”

“Definitely not on a bender of any kind!”

“Gee thanks, that clears things up.”

Jeff’s about to snap back, but Frankie discreetly kicks his leg with a warning glare. It might be a good call because Jeff doesn’t know what to say next. Another defence of Eddie, for sure, but nothing to quench the rest of the club’s antsy-ness.

“Maybe he’s gone to a concert. Like hitchhiked to Indy or Chicago?” Maya asks after picking up her spilled candy.

“But he has a van?” Daniel, the senior member of Hellfire and their current drummer, frowns pointedly.

“What concert could’ve he gone to? Is there even any band playing in this bum state?” Evan raises his eyebrows.

“I dunno, Dio?”

“They’re touring in the UK right now.” Frankie says. Jeff shoots him a bewildered look that’s the equivalent to screaming are you kidding me? Frankie gives him a Play-Along-With-It look.

“Well, that settles it.” Evan raps his knuckles on the table. “Munson’s saved a fucking ticket to the goddamned Iron Lady’s territory and is breeding chicks in Dio’s mosh pit as we speak.”

Jeff stands up, no longer feeling hungry. He throws his half-eaten sandwich at Evan. The other boy gives out a disgusted shriek as the mayonnaise hits and stains his shirt. “Dude! What-”

“Shame on you.” Jeff keeps his voice even, just quiet enough for only Hellfire to hear him. Maybe it would somehow reach Eddie wherever the hell he is right now. “The only good thing about Eddie being absent is that he isn’t ripping the skins off of you and your characters right now. Especially you, Evan.”

He stares Evan down, who visibly gulps. “Eddie took you in the club’s open arms because he saw you were a loner who needed the right people to hang out with or you would’ve been one of the bullies. And this is how you thank him?”

He looks at the rest of the members and points at them accusingly. “When Eddie comes back from whatever he’s doing, I hope that rest of y’all feel guilty for thinking he doesn’t care. Because he absolutely does.” Then he grabs his bag and leaves the cafeteria without a second thought.

Outside is chilly as usual and the breeze helps relax Jeff’s nerves. For a while at least.

He stands at the parking lot, trying to think what he should do when he hears someone running over. He looks up and groans.

“Frankie, leave me alone, man.”

“So you haven’t heard anything from Eddie?” Frankie’s voice isn’t accusing but his look might’ve been.

“No. Not since the band practice days ago.” Jeff walks away but Frankie still follows him. “Then his uncle came and asked if I knew any places Eddie frequents. I told you guys that already.”

“Doesn’t stop Evan’s stupid theories.” Frankie mutters.

“You should’ve shut him up!”

“Are you kidding? You did better than what I could’ve done.”

“Words are stronger than death looks.”

Frankie snorts. He goes quiet as they reach the end of the school parking lot. Then he says, “Are you going to search for Eddie?”

Jeff stops. Turns and stares at him. “Uh, yeah? I mean, from what he said, Wayne’s probably already doing that. So, I dunno, I’m probably gonna do the bare minimum. Like where am I going to look, dude?”

Frankie doesn’t answer. His face is strangely pale and looking at something behind Jeff. He follows his friend’s phase and feels the dread well up in his mouth when he sees a poster on a nearby telephone pole.

He doesn’t need a closer look to recognize the black and white photo of Eddie from two months ago grinning at him or the large word MISSING written in Sharpie above it.

He tries very hard not to notice that it’s stapled right below Will Byers’ already wrinkled poster.

It’s a very strong feeling to see your best friend’s missing poster a few days after you last saw him alive.

Jeff forces to tear his eyes away from Eddie’s captured monochrome cheeriness. “Know what? Fuck it. Let’s find him. Wanna start at the woods?”

—

There’s something about singing quietly in the nightscape hell mirror version of your bedroom that makes Eddie’s fingers twitch to jolt it down somewhere.

After the meltdown at the house, Will had grew more quiet. Eddie had rocked him until Will complained of motion sickness and then Eddie had held him even when they slept.

After piggybacking the kid and singing “Should I Stay Or Should I Go?” (at least until Eddie admitted death by earworms and convinced a change to “Space Oddity”) on the way back to Forest Hills, Will seemed to be back in his original spirits. Still quiet but no longer on the verge of tears next to Eddie. Although his coughs started to sound more wet and shook his small frame like a leaf.

Eddie prays to god that he can speak to Wayne this time. He hopes his uncle to come up with a cooler code system than Mrs. Byers and maybe get them out somehow.

But the trailer is quiet, save for Will’s whistled breathing as he sleeps in Eddie’s arms, the old itchy quilt cocooning them both. He has to stay up. Keep a lookout for the demogorgon in this hell land and for Wayne in the real world. But he feels so tired. If he can rest his eyes for just a moment…

The sound of muffled crying wakes him up.

—

The longer Wayne stares at the posters, the bigger the impulse to rip them up grows.

After Hopper left, he had went back inside and started on making the Missing posters for Eddie. The hardest part of it had been trying to find the right photo of his nephew and he had held back tears at how much Eddie had grown. How happier he looks.

He had printed copies at the library, keeping his head down from curious and pitying eyes. Christi Waldon was nice enough not to charge him for the fees.

Then he started putting the posters up and Wayne had felt like he was making a mistake.

Nobody never said anything how difficult it is to go around town again, putting a poster with your child’s face silently begging strangers who may disliked them to find them, and to do all of this without the police helping.

Wayne had printed 100 copies. He only managed to put up 18 of them before it became too much and hurried home.

Now there’s a pile of 82 posters with Eddie’s face staring up at him on the table. Wayne can’t bring himself to rip them up no matter what his mind demands it. He has a new superstition that if he does, Eddie will never be found alive.

He checks the time. Seeing it’s only after six, he sighs heavily and takes out his cigarette. He’s briefly overcome with the memory of catching a fourteen year old Eddie trying to smoke and how his smart cookie of a nephew swallowed the lit cigarette, immediately threw up, and sobbed while Wayne had to sit down so he wouldn’t break his own ass from laughing so far. After they’d both calmed down, Wayne showed him how to smoke properly and said-

He said…

What did he say?

Something erupts from his mouth. He clamps a hand over, suddenly worrying that he just got sick. But there’s no taste of bile. Only wet salt. He takes his hand off and, ah. He’s crying.

Wayne gives a wet laugh. Then it gasps into another sob. He covers his mouth again, unable to hold the tears back.

Above him, the lights flicker.

It feels almost comforting.

Wayne sniffs, watching as the bulbs hang on to its dear life of electricity. Then one of the lamps next to the couch start flickering as well. Slow and rhythmic.

The sadness does go away, but it makes Wayne feel the back of his neck hairs stand up.

—

Eddie drops his hand from the lights, stomping over to the phone. “Fuck this, now’s the chance.”

Will glances at him from where he’s crouching by the lights, still tired from being jostled awake so soon, “Eddie?”

He turns to him and says, “Little Byers the Vanished, how does one make a landline in the Vale of Shadows?”

“You, uh, just pick it up-”

Eddie does exactly that.

“Wait! It won’t even last-!”

—

The phone rings with a shrill.

Wayne snaps his head over to it. He’s breathing slowly, watching the landline like it’s his childhood spider.

The atmosphere in his trailer feels suddenly colder. As if there are ghosts present. Waiting.

The phone rings and rings until it gets to voicemail, his gruff message for the last decade. “You’ve reached the Munsons. Leave a message after the beep.”

There’s nothing after the beep.

Wayne looks at the lights again. The ceiling light has stopped but ones over the kitchen and door are flickering this time.

The phone rings again.

He stands up slowly, walking over to the phone. It rings louder to his ears now. He tries to ignore the sudden sense of a presence behind and beside him as he picks the phone up and holds it to his ear.

He hears static as if the caller has a bad connection.

He clears his throat and speaks, “Wayne Munson speakin’.”

The static crackles with some kind of harsh breathing. It’s loud to make Wayne cringe away and hang up-

“..Wayne..”

He freezes. The anxiety vanishes in an instant. “..Eddie?” He chokes out.

“..Wayne!”

“Oh my lord…” Wayne clutches the phone closer. “You’re alive, right? Eddie! Tell me where are you!”

“..I’m-”

The phone bursts into literal shock. He drops it with a yell and it clatters to the ground, dead.

That was him. That was Eddie’s voice.

Breathing raggedly, Wayne’s gaze snaps up to the lamps flashing maniacally. The air around him feels desperate and sinks down upon him. Anxiety comes back as quick as it comes, squashing on the brief spot of hope he felt.

“Nah, fuck this.” He mutters as he swipes his keys and runs out of the door. He can’t deal with more ghosts at this hour.

—

“Nonono—NO!”

Eddie slams his hands against the lights too hard. The pulsing glass bulbs nearly crack under the pressure.

None of it stops the sound of the truck engine starting.

“Wayne, it’s me! Can’t you hear me?!” Eddie’s throat is already dry from screaming, but he doesn’t care about it. “UNCLE WAYNE! JUST STOP AND LISTEN TO ME!”

He runs outside to the ever barren yard. He tries not to think about Wayne leaving just like how his dad did in his very last visit. How he had tried to chase after his dad’s car until Wayne stopped him. How he had been a crying mess while Wayne told him that both of them will stay together from now on.

“WAYNE, PLEASE! YOU PROMISED TO STAY!”

The truck drives away, farther and farther. If Eddie can catch him-

His lungs constrict themselves again. He stumbles, scraping his knees and palms on the ground. He coughs, gulping in too many shaky breaths that almost tastes like glass shards. He calls out-

“Come back! Come back!”

It comes out as a hoarse whisper.

His throat hurts.

The truck disappears. The sounds of the trailers’ muted everyday life and his own painful wheezing replace it.

Eddie is vaguely aware of Will shuffling up next to him and wrapping his arms around his shaking shoulders.

-

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[frankenbuggee]

I’m feeling nostalgic for my Sylvith ship (Xanith x Sylvain). Spoiler, Sylvain feels like home to her.

They were my fixation for like two years and got so popular I got burned out 💀

But anyway I still love them maybe I’ll post more.

[bechloesupercorp]

She promised she wouldn't do this.

But it's not easy, having a kid. Nonetheless a daughter who's as carefree and wild as Ava. Plus, it's perfectly normal to have some jitters the first time your kid goes out alone right? Even if it's just two blocks to school.

So she'd waited, just until their kid had hit the end of the block, before slipping past the gates and crossing the street to follow.

The child bounces on her path (Ava's doing), checking over her shoulder occasionally (Bea's doing). Bea can't help but smile softly with pride each time she has to dodge out of her daughter's sight line.

The girl halts abruptly, hands on her hips. Uh oh.

"MOMMMMMMMMM! I can see you!" she yells, her face a mirror of Bea's classic bemused dismissals. It was one of the traits she'd gotten from her, reminding everyone how she truly was a mix of both her parents.

Ducking behind a tree, Bea laughs as Ava pops up from behind a fence. "She'll be fineeeee," Ava had promised, rubbing the tension from Bea's shoulders the night before. "No need to hover, boo-boo."

What a sneak.

There's still a rush to her heart as she watches Ava pull their daughter into a crushing hug, pressing a kiss to her temple. God, she's so lucky.

Adoration turns to horror as Ava leans down, whispering something conspiratorially in their daughter's ear.

She whips around, faster than Bea can duck back behind the tree.

"MAMAAAAAAAAAAA!"

She can't wipe the guilty grin off her face as she waves. Whoops.

Kiddo rolls her eyes, before saying her goodbyes and taking off, growing smaller and smaller as she scampers away.

Her focus shifts as Ava flounces over, and Bea fixes her with the best fond disappointed glare she has.

"Snitch."

"You love meeeee," Ava preens, looping an arm through hers as they make their way home. Little birds sing as they stroll hand in hand, like they once did in the Alps, at the beginning of it all. How'd I get so lucky, Bea thinks as she watches Ava trace the paths of the falling leaves with her finger out of the corner of her eye. We did it darling.

And now they're entering a new stage, as united as ever.

"Same time tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world."

[muadweeb]

My first son, and my last.

[monochromepen]

Forever crying at what could've been a canon potential Found Family au...

Belated Happy Valentines guys ❤️

[spiritmoodboards]

Moodboard for unnamed background character (The Little Mermaid 2) demigod/daughter of Zeus themes For @casinotrio1965 :) Hope you like!

We're closed for now, thank you!

[animasola86]

WHO IS THIS MYSTERY CHILD?

When you first come out of the Herbology Class cutscene, a cluster of students spawns, and they walk to their designated places, always on random who stands where, and then there is this kid, who walks past everyone and leaves the greenhouse!

He is clearly smaller than the others, definitely not a fifth-year, so what is he doing there? Who is that? Just another unnamed Slytherin boy? (There's no record of him in the wiki, but bully boy from Beasts class isn't on there either.)

He is also in the cutscene, at the potting table where the Hufflepuff girls were (don't mind the Prof Garlick replacement there):

I am not sure if he maybe comes with one of the (replacement) mods I use, but I've never seen him before. Also the hair and the glasses look very unfamiliar to me. He doesn't replace any other student either, they are all there after the cutscene.

Have any of you seen this kid before? Help me unravel this mystery!

(The longer I stare at this kid, the more "he" makes me think of @amberlide's Penelope/Penton, albeit in a Slytherin uniform, but still: glasses, probably a third-year, short brown hair (not as shaggy tho), in the Greenhouse???, looking sassy? :D)

EDIT: So @phinik saw him too, look at this post! (Thank you so much for sharing!) According to the game files, his name is Francis Doyle. Still strange that he is there, clearly not being a fifth-year. Now I really wonder why he was there, what they had planned with him originally and why he just leaves the greenhouse like that!

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[nonokoko13]

No matter how many times I see this panel their wording always irks me

"What you might call a hands-off parenting philosophy"

Helen from where I come from that is called child neglect, I don't know if you're intelligent enough to understand this concept but I'll leave it here in case you want to open your eyes. Otherwise look up to the sky, the sun may not blind you as much as you are right now

"Im so jealous!"

Of not being around your child? Would you rather follow their example and not be there at all? What a great way to come out as probably shitty mother Margaret

Anyway I'm not sure what type of person Melinda is yet but I sure hope Yor doesn't go to her and her friends for parenting advice. Lord helps Anya if she ever does listen to them